Inspired by life's ebb and flow...

I've read countless tributes today to Chris Cornell, a lot of which echo my own sendiments but I'd like to add that his voice was completely other-worldly.  I could listen to that dude sing forever.  No kidding.  And also that I feel really fortunate to see him perform live once.  I wish I could have told him I appreciated his work within his craft, even if it wouldn't have helped him, which I'm sure it wouldn't.  I'll never understand what happens in a person's mind that makes him take his own life but I'm really sorry he had to deal with that and that his loyal fans couldn't help.
Make no mistake about it though... Chris Cornell owes me nothing and in my opinion, owes his craft nothing as well. He laid it all out until he couldn't anymore.  Rip, Mr Cornell... RIP

I hate driving through bad neighborhoods.  And you've gotta keep in mind I try to avoid them so when it happens it's especially frustrating... And not because I'm scared or worried but that I get irritated with people who are cool to drive 18 in a 30 and stop on green lights because they have zero ambition and by extension aren't exactly in a rush to get anywhere like to the job they can't keep or to the class they can't pass.

Not that I'm one of these dbag overachievers that drives twice the posted limit, runs lights, and eats his chicken strips on the fly to be early for work.  Yeah... I don't like those neighborhoods either.  People who try more than the regular amount.  Cocksuckers. 

Today a 7 year old who I had never met before told me, unsolicited that I look tired.  I told him he looked like a kid with at least one asshole parent that neglected to tell him it's not cool to talk to adults that way.  Little bastard.

Up to that point I was feeling super energetic and having a super productive Saturday.  And I still was after that too really but man... How can you tell if a person you just met looks tired.  Like, you think this is bad, you should've​ seen me after I conceived you, you sad son of a bitch.